I want to tell you a story about a world, a civilization that existed long before ours. It is a story that is told on and on from mother to child and from a father to his son. One that seems to live forever in our minds.
Do you see these mountains raising above the Mediterranean? From the peak of this mountain I will show you a secret that perished with the winds of death, long before our sun ruled the sky. The ancient skies were ruled by his brother, the sun that never became a sun. One that danced with the goddess of love and her warrior child. They danced upon the horizon in a magic play of electricity lighting up the sky like a Christmas tree.
Under this alien sky there was a golden city on the shore of the middle sea. Behind the shore a hill and a holy mountain, filled with countless caves inhabited by sleeping sages. On the shore children played carelessly with the living creatures all around. Bit further there was the golden city. Houses made of golden stones, streets paved with gold and pyramids rising to the sky, all shining like the sun. Riches beyond our wildest imaginations.
Nothing ever lacked or was stolen in this ancient world. Everyone had everything. All was shared for the common good of the whole.
Clothes of silk in all colours, hung to dry in the sun outside balcony filled with flowers. Market streets with people trading food and products of all kinds. Magic apples to see the unseen, mushrooms to heal all wounds, herbs to travel far and wide. All was known and accepted, all that is hidden from us now.
Peaceful, loving people lived there in all colours and shapes. Living on a system based on trade. Community that existed from co-creation, building together.
Laws were unwritten, words divine unspoken. Magic was simply life and life was magical. No need to teach that which is already known by all. Wisdom of the seen and unseen was alive and breathing in the minds of all men.
Beings from worlds and dimensions far from ours were in contact with the people on earth. Coming to visit, to trade or to share knowledge. Earth my dear brothers and sisters, was once an equal member of a confederation of planets. Beings like these still watch us from close yet very far, to make sure we are well. Together back than they build networks of buildings spread throughout the planet. Networks that light up entire continents. Energy grids for sustainable living, nature based without pollution. Energy used to send people in the sky to visit others out there. All if these beings and the inhabitants of earth were all one family. United by spirit.
A king and queen I saw, a pair who lived many lives ruling not by power but by wisdom. Living not from the money of the people but from their own resources. Everything shared with everyone else. Only difference was the function they had within the society. Rulers they were together in more than one lives. For the people they died in each one of them. For the right of the people to know who they are and what they can do.
Above the city in the mountain top a temple of life stood. Ruins of which still lay to sleep. Hidden by the eyes of the mountain. Safe from all who wish to misuse the ancient knowledge. It was a palace of gold with three towers rising high. Blue as the sky above. Inside floors of black and white mosaic. Elevators three it had one for each direction. One leading to the upper world, one to the lower world and one showing all there is now. Each containing a series of lives that were meant to be lived on each of the planes, each added to the evolution of the whole. Down in the lobby there was a table with 3 elders seated on it. In their hands a book. One that had all information about everything and everyone you ever wished to know. Behind the table a stairway with two stairs leading up, one to the left and one to the right. Each meaning a lesson in life for each of the two basic paths, third one hidden behind the walls of gold. Technology of the spirit beyond anything we know now. Far beyond our minds ability to comprehend reality.
Behind this wall the third stairway going straight in the temple in the sky. At its doorstep a golden gate with lions head at the handles. The key hiding in each of our hearts, it is a heart lighter than a feather. A heart that can sing the song of creation with all there is in perfect harmony. For a heart pure this gate opens at any time. Behind these gates the wisest minds that ever walked this earth sit. The brightest candles that ever light up this world, 13 of them each seating a cycle of guidance to humanity. One cycle equal to one evolutionary cycle, lasting 144 000 years. As the cycle ends new 13 candles are seated to guide the souls on earth and the old one’s come down to be reborn so they can shine the path of others here on earth. They can help mankind move forward. Every 100 years a messenger is born from their world, to remind us who we are. These elders, immortals live only for one cause, to serve for the betterment of all mankind.
This world that you now see, has vanished in the clouds of time. Nothing physical lasts forever, now cycle only climbs. After each birth follows decay. All that rises must fall. So on a day in September I saw another sun bright up the ancient sky. A sun that created through destruction. For all things that are created by the flame must first die by the flame. The old must be brought to dust so it can rise again. The rise and fall, that which creates also destroys.
This comet fell in the sea near the Spanish/Portuese seas. The waves rose high up to heaven, the volcano’s threw fire up in the sky and made it turn black. Mother was scorned. The sun’s brother didn’t dance anymore with his lover, her child didn’t follow her anymore. The people living on his body were gone as well, no one can survive electric charges to this cosmic level flying around everywhere you look. For all that is above, is also below. Death walked the earth and death filled the skies. All cycles happen on all levels. Change happens everywhere and we are either to follow it, adapt to it, or die in trying to stop it.
Thousands of years of darkness covered the earth, ice sheet spread all over the lands. Some survivors hid in the caves with the sages, later on to teach the others about life. These others were left outside during the dark years and animalized from the lack of food and love. They became a body without a name, eyes without a face.
Do you know who these people are? It is us. It is mind blowing that we are descendants of such great race and now don’t even recognize our own self. Our history was forgotten, it still lays hidden beneath the ice of the poles. Who has hidden it? We did. The elders did, nature did. That is irrelevant right now, I think. No one covered up history, it was forgotten. No one is trying to keep mankind down low, the wisdom needed is released gradually. So we can learn again and reach the heights we had, step by step.
Wisdom of the ages still exist and is still available, I promise you that. It is in the eyes of the beholder. Hidden, preserved and protected by the ancient mystery schools. So nothing will vanish as it did back than. So we can learn and history wont repeat itself.
What is the lesson in all this? That everything changes and everything moves. Civilizations rise and fall. People are born and die. Evolution’s waves go up and down. Nothing ever stays the same. We can either swim with the current of the universe, change with mother and bow down to her eternal grace or perish.